Panic Attack - Versatile

Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger

Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer

Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger

Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer

Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger

Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer

Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger

Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer

One step, two step with the gang, ah-ah-ah

Gonna leave this kip with a bang, so get the fuck

Everyone knows what I’m on, where I’m from, how I am

If you don’t know then you should’ve asked

Gonna leave this kip in the two by two, way lows on the mic

Bear with me

Every time I drink it does end up like an episode of Fair City

Big fat keys, big fat hole on ye

Big lad like ye, big strong lad

Get down, get down

Do the slut drop then pick it up

Dublin repping, Calvin Klein’s baby, mix it up

Pour out the top stuff, Ciroc

Cocktail mix of drugs

We’re gonna leave this kip with a bang

We’re gonna gram it up onion haze, smoke that take a panic attack

Z-listers full of Class A’s put a stallion down on its back

You wouldn’t be into it

Nah kid, nah

You wouldn’t be into it

I done checked out of the looney bin

My neighbours they all know

Psychoactive Schizophrenic, paranoia said to explode

I lost my marbles

The sound of people talking gets me startled

Filled up on medication, recreationals and gargles

I’m full of two whacks, I’m sat here fucked

I’m stuck to the couch like blu-tac

Asking me to choose between coke or E’s is like asking Biggie or 2Pac

I don’t know, I love both

I do a fat line and a blue ghost

My face is drooping to the left side like I’m after having two strokes

I’m gonna stamp LDS, leave that take a panic attack

In the nip I’m climbing up trees

No doctors are bringing me back

You wouldn’t be into it, ha, you wouldn’t be into it

Oi, oi, oi, step in the rave

No I’m not like anyone else

I’m an egomaniac tryna suck my own dick since I was like 12

If you’ve never tried it you’re a liar

I’m flying higher than the spire

I’m burning out a fat cone

I’m like a big betsy tyre in a fire

Get down, get down

Do the slut drop then pick it up

Dublin repping, Calvin Klein’s baby, mix it up

Pour out the top stuff, Ciroc

Cocktail mix of drugs

We’re gonna leave this kip with a bang

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

I get what I want, I steal it

I get what I want, I steal it

Can you feel it?